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Meet the Madman.
Before Rest After Service was a brand, it was a burn. A late shift. A story soaked in sweat, grease, and grit. This is where it began — and why it’ll never quit.
Chef Deathwish — the alter ego behind Rest After Service
This started in a dish pit.
Not some glamorous backstory.
Just stacks of crusted pans in a family-run chicken and rib joint — grease up to my ankles, a broken spray hose, and a crew of maniacs who could outdrink bikers and outcook Michelin grads.
I was 14. I learned. I never left.
Fast-forward through the years: Prestigious hotels. Massive banquets. Service for 1,000.
Burns that still don’t fade. Stories that still haunt and heal me.
I created Rest After Service because I was tired of the industry being clothed in beige.
Tired of threadbare polos and cheap embroidery that didn’t speak for who we are.
So I made something that did.
This brand is for the lifers. The ones who miss birthdays to plate your wedding.
The ones who survive on coffee, spite, and staff meal. The ones who don’t get the glory — but make the magic happen anyway.
What we make is built different:
Edgy. High-quality. Unapologetic as hell.
Gear you’re actually proud to wear.
Not just because it looks good — but because it means something.
I’ve been in this game 25 years.
Hospitality taught me about people, pressure, pain — and how to keep showing up anyway.
So if you’ve ever felt like the kitchen was your only church…
If you’ve ever heard the ticket machine scream and felt alive…
You’re one of us.
Rest After Service
Forged in fire. Fueled by flavor.
Welcome to the brigade.